I woke up. Arthour was gone. I was still tired. I wanted to go back to the ruins. I wanted to see the ghost girl again. I fell out of bed and got going.
I walked around the Main Hall, looking at all of this different things.
I poked at things that looked strange. I felt the cracks in the walls.
I was by the front doors. Where I'm at looks like a living room. I walked around the border, feeling the walls. I taped the walls as I walked.
Click, click, click, cluck, click.
It sounded hollow. I tapped it some more. I dug my nail through the wall paper.
When the paper was pulled back I looked inside. A black orb thing was inside of a box in the wall. I took it out the wall.
It was smooth. The black fog coming from the orb stung my hands and wrist. A feeling within me was cold.
I dropped the orb and I found myself standing in the middle of a room. What is that thing? I used the bottom of my dress to pick it up. I shouldn't touch this thing with my bare hands.
...
I set the orb on the bed. I looked at it.
The orb is black. It has black fog coming from it. Weird. I had a sense that someone was behind me. I turned around quickly and punched something.
I got a closer look and it was Arthour.
"Oh um sorry." I reached out to him. He was holding his stomach.
"Ugh...um it's...o...k." I just looked at him in shock. I didn't mean to. He was coughing and gasping for air. I felt horrible... again.
"When were...you so strong?" I shrugged my shoulders.
He eventually stood up straight.
"I wanted to ask you about yesterday. I was going to ask you yesterday but you was tired. Why did you run off?" He asked.
Why did he have to bring it up. I didn't want to answer but I must.
"I felt bad. I felt bad for stabbing you. So I ran for it. But besides that. What is that? I pointed to the orb.
"...Where. Did. You. Get. That." He was mad at me. What did I do wrong?
"I'm sorry. I got it out of the wall." His face relaxed. He seemed stressed.
"Did you touch it."
"Yes. Why?"
"For how long!?" He was freaking out. I was freaking out because he was freaking out.
"Only a couple of seconds. Why!?"
"Good. Knowing the magic you have, it could be dangerous. You could of..." He didn't finish. I was worried. Was it that dangerous?
Arthour took my hands. They were red and burned. They had black fog around them. He rubbed them.
"Ok. I have some errands to run. I'll be back." He was going to leave...me. Maybe I could go to the ruins.
"You stay here. Got it?" I nodded.
He was walking out of the room. It was cold. So cold.
"If you want to hear my voice, call me." He walked out. His last words. They made me feel so much better. Knowing someone cares is all I need. He is all I need.
Well I want to go to the ruins. I grabbed the orb. It hurts and burns but I ran downstairs and out the door. The forest was so close.
...
I was walking and tripped on some vines. I the orb went flying out of my hands.
The orb fell on the ground, killing everything near it. Was that the reason it was burning my hands?
I got it off the ground and kept waking. The orb was getting smaller.
My hands were turning black. The blackness was crawling up my arms. I didn't feel the same.
"Oh. My darling. Black is totally your color. It looks like you found my spare. That orb holds darkness. You haven't died!? Then you must have something of mine." I couldn't move. I could feel it crawling up my neck.
"Oh. You shouldn't take things that aren't yours. Now that you're mine, let's make the world a darker place. Shall we."
Everything went dark. Nothing to be seen.
